"Xiaoyao!" Ye Qingying cried out in shock and fear.
This girl had trespassed into Yexuan's murderous aura.
As soon as she entered, her face instantly turned pale.
With her mouth agape, she immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Just as Ye Qingying was about to go over to rescue her, to her surprise, she saw that the moment Xiaoyao spat out blood, Yexuan's hostile aura vanished in an instant.
Xiaoyao only felt the inner strength that tightly bound her body suddenly disappear.
Her body, which felt almost suffocated from being so tightly constrained, suddenly relaxed considerably.
Without a second thought, she rushed over and hugged Yexuan's neck, "Master, let's go quickly!"
Prince Xuan, he didn't intend to harm her! He had even retracted his palm strike in a flash, for fear of accidentally hurting her a moment ago.
This much, Ye Qingying saw very clearly.
With Xiaoyao by his side, at least she was safe.